We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I am a staunch nativist when it comes to wildlife. The damn English Sparrows are really bothering me this year.
We have two pestiferous Limey bird species here in Yankeeland and in the US in general - the English Sparrow (aka House Sparrow) and the Starling.
Both were imported from Albion for a variety of silly reasons, back before people realized that biological imports create a mess for native species. These were two highly aggressive, invasive species who have wreaked havoc on our gentle native birds. Now, the English Sparrow is the most widely distributed bird on earth.
Today, my irritation is with the English Sparrow. It is not, in fact, a lowly, timid mouselike sparrow at all, but probably a variety of European weaver finch. They are city birds, barn birds, and may fit into European ecology quite well but here they drive out our native sparrows and are dominating my bird feeder this year. I have no interest in feeding them because they can do very well feeding from dumpsters in parking lots and eating horse manure - one of their favorite treats.
Love the birds, but Starlings are flying rats and House Sparrows invasive to the 13 Colonies. Am a bit conflicted b/c my mother found and saved a sparrow she took to the Menabonis who named it after her and wrote about it in one of their beautiful bird illustration books in the 50s...
Anyway, my cats are exonerated when they predate (prey upon, pray for) those birds. Mockingbird or finch feathers lying about are super bad news for my fur-bearing domesticated mammals. Such is fickled, subjective, irrational human love of (certain) animals.
Pandas make cuter bumper stickers than snail darters. Who would love a cowbird over a brown thrasher?
Cheap and spurious would be pitting the American Bald Eagle against the Hunchback Whale-- a meaningless leftist-conservative divide.
Found a Bill O'Neill of Montana signed pointillist print of an eagle at a resale shop. He does one crow-quill pen rendering a year, all about the American West and Liberty. Got it for a few bucks, alas. Would've paid more.
I think. That's always a tougher equation than we think.
Killing off the lowly sparrows could be heartless. They're so easy to diss in words on righteous posts. They're too easy to dislike. Something's more or less than it seems.
"Ostendamus paucis versibus
stultum esse non cavere sibi
et dare consilium aliis:
Passer obiurgabat leporem,
oppressum ab aquila, edentem fletus graves,
et inquit: "Ubi illa nota pernicitas est?
Quid pedes ita cessarunt?"
accipiter rapit passerem necopinum
et interficit ipsum clamitantem vano questu.
"En: solacium mortis!
Qui modo securus inridebas nostra mala,
deploras fata tua simili querella."
I'd translate, but relearning Latin is on my list of things to do, right after weed the mint bed, admire a friend, and tackle a blank canvas.
They take over our bluebird houses, we run them out, they come back. And then a woodpecker was out on one of the houses poking his friggin head in the hole. I went out to run him off, and he just stared at me! Didn't flinch. As impertinent as the deer. Probably learned it from them. Probably think this place belongs to them. Well, take a number.